The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 185 Nobody

Tyler, a US Young Martial Arts Masters Tournament quarter-finalist, had his hand swollen from a single clash with a country boy and was now being taunted so blatantly. How could he, with his reputation, stomach such an insult? He had to wipe this smear off his name!

Not only did he want to break Daniel's hand, but he also aimed to puff up Daniel's face, to make this country boy learn the consequences of provoking him.

"You're asking for it!" Tyler bellowed, launching a punch at Daniel's face.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Daniel didn't flinch. He met Tyler’s fist with one of his own!

Boom!

Their fists collided. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

"Thud!"

Following a dull, earth-shaking sound, Tyler's arm snapped with a gruesome crack, twisting into a horrifyingly unnatural angle. Bone pierced through muscle and skin, showing pale and bloodied.

"Ah! Aaah!" Tyler screamed in agony from his broken arm.

"Are you okay?" Daniel asked with a chuckle.

"Ah! Aaah! You're dead meat! How dare you break my arm! My dad will kill you; he’s going to destroy you!" Tyler was down, unable to get up, flinging weak threats at Daniel from the ground.

Woods was stunned and quickly called out to the others, "Quick! Get Tyler to the hospital!" Frantically, he took Tyler away.

Justin couldn't believe his eyes. His hero had been defeated so easily?

"Justin, got any more friends to call on? If not, you better transfer the fifteen million right now and get your club out of here. Otherwise, things might get unpleasant for you."

Daniel advanced step by step towards Justin, who was trembling as Daniel got closer.

"What... what do you want?"

"Me? Nothing, just hanging around. Don't worry, I won't let you end up like him."

With that, Daniel had reached Justin. He swung his hand and slapped Justin across the face.

"Smack!"

Daniel's slap spun Justin around in circles. Justin's dark face immediately reddened and swelled, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Justin, are you going to move, or not?"

"Everybody, attack! Kill this country nobody!" Upon Justin's command, Black Panther Club members charged at Daniel, weapons in hand.

But in less than three minutes, Daniel had knocked all his attackers to the ground.

"Ah! It hurts so much!"

"Ah! Is this country guy some sort of freak? How can he be so strong?"

"Aaaah! He's not a freak; he's a devil! A devil!"

The defeated opponents writhed in pain on the ground, none daring to stand and challenge Daniel again. While many could still get up and had some fight left, they all chose to stay down. They weren't fools; it wasn't the time to play hero.

Daniel, the country nobody, was just too formidable. Anyone who dared to rise would only face his wrath.

The cowardice of his downed men infuriated Justin.